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“Good,” said Don, “because the fact is this, Herb: we’re way too short of Arabicspeaking undercover operatives. Way short. So who knows? If it’s done right, your project could help.” “Can you tell us the name of your Naked Kombat?” asked Warren Dye, motioning to their waitress for refills all around. Herb shook his head back and forth. “So sorry, gents, but you’ll have to trust me on this.” “Can you tell us where he plans on getting these agents? Are they pros? Are you going to train them? Fill us in.” Herb did his best without broaching the line of confidentiality established by Alan and his team. “As far as where we’ll get these agents, my client wants to grow them himself. Neophytes.” “Home grown and molded for one task and one task only. I like it,” Don Evans said. “Why don’t you count us in as far as placement goes. We’ll start putting together a list of whos and wheres.” “Very discreet,” Herb said, knowing it was unnecessary but following procedure anyway. “If this has one thing going for Naked Kombat, it’s the element of surprise.”